Salvum me fac.
The prophet calls for God’s help against the wicked.
11:1. Unto the end: for the octave, a psalm for David.
11:2. Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed
from among the children of men.
11:3. They have spoken vain things, every one to his neighbour: with
deceitful lips, and with a double heart have they spoken.
11:4. May the Lord destroy all deceitful lips, and the tongue that
speaketh proud things.
11:5. Who have said: We will magnify our tongue: our lips are our own:
who is Lord over us?
11:6. By reason of the misery of the needy, and the groans of the poor,
now will I arise, saith the Lord. I will set him in safety: I will deal
confidently in his regard.
11:7. The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried by the
fire, purged from the earth, refined seven times.
11:8. Thou, O Lord, wilt preserve us: and keep us from this generation
for ever.
11:9. The wicked walk round about: according to thy highness, thou hast
multiplied the children of men.